THREE
JESS
This place… Wow. I didn’t even have words.
“Uninhibited behavior.” That was the understatement of the year.
Distracted as fuck, I stopped when I saw a huge man, dressed like something out of a barbarian fantasy film, sitting on a pink leather couch, petting a woman dressed as a black cat, complete with ears, and a tail attached to a butt plug in her ass.
How did I know? Because she was on her haunches, ass presented to the world in a pose only cats did when you scratched that perfect spot.
Did she mind being on display? Nope. Again, how did I know?
Because down below her tail, I saw the shine on the insides of her thighs, which Mr. Barbarian spread from her clit to the base of the plug.
I couldn’t hear if she said anything, but I was willing to bet she was purring based on how her body shook and undulated with every slow and controlled pass of his fingers.
The music of the club coursed through my veins, my blood thumping and surging to the beat. My inner walls clenched in time with the man’s strokes against her skin, my body temperature spiked, and my brain begged for the euphoria of the endorphin rush of an orgasm despite no one touching me.
When the voice came, warm air accompanied the words breathed into my ear.
“See something you like, little goddess?”
With a gasp, I snapped my head to the right and found my escort directly behind me.
Any closer, the buttons of his dark-colored dress shirt would brand my back and the zipper of his well-fitting jeans would tattoo my ass cheek.
I couldn’t see him directly because he was too far out of my peripheral vision, but I remembered what I saw from when I hid in the shadows of the lobby.
Tall… probably by half a foot to my five-foot-four… and honed. And his face? Coffee-colored hair in a recon cut, dark eyes, and a gorgeous tan. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was uniform all over his body or if parts of him were as pale as the day he was born.
Every woman we passed, except for kitty-girl, scoped him out and decided how big of a bite they wanted to take out of him.
I didn’t blame them because I wanted to take a chunk out of him, but this guy was so out of my league, I’d have to settle for that thought as part of my spank bank when I got back to the hotel.
All around? He appeared mad, bad, and dangerous to know, and my body temperature went up a few more degrees, my pussy clenched tight around nothing.
“You’re not answering,” he said.
“Wh-what?”
We still avoided looking directly at each other. My gaze dropped toward the floor, and I swore I could feel his eyes scorching me from the top of my updo to the slope of my shoulder.
“I asked if you saw something you liked. You seemed transfixed.”
My mouth opened, but no words came out. Instead, my gaze returned to the couple on the couch. The barbarian no longer stroked his kitten’s inner thighs. Now, he twisted the plug in her ass as he tugged and pushed on it, and she rocked back and forth.
A soft chuckle reverberated through my chest and echoed inside my brain. “C’mon, little goddess. I have orders to take you to the booth to wait for your friend. Let’s get you a drink before you implode.”
He touched me for the first time, his fingers curving around my upper arm and guiding me away from the scene.
Even as we walked, my head turned over my shoulder to keep the couple in sight as long as I could, hoping for some sort of closure, but other club patrons walked between me, and they soon swallowed them up.
When we arrived at the booth, several other men and women sat there, and like the one escorting me, whose name I heard but already forgot, none of them wore costumes.
Instead, they lounged like large cats on several pieces of leather furniture, outfitted in a variety of fashions—leather, silk, denim, lace—drinks in hand, silent and staring as he brought me inside the blood-red gauze curtains.
Good lord, everyone inside this booth was heaven-help-me hot, even the women.
“Cosmos is in a meeting. Not sure how long he’ll be,” my guide said. “He asked me to bring her friend here to wait.”
“Was it Abby?” one asked from his perch on the back of the sofa.
His legs framed a stunning, familiar-looking woman sitting on the cushions in front of him.
He slid his hands up and down her arms, across her upper back, then reversed direction until he reached the point of origin and started the cycle over.
“That’s what he called her.” The next words reverberated in my ear, a voice only I heard. “Whatever that thought is, push it out.”
I turned to him and finally saw his dark blue eyes in full. Like dense sapphires, they glittered in the dim lights, buried gems winking at miners exposing them from stone walls.
“Excuse me?”
“Your face shut down. You lost all the wonder and passion I saw while you watched the couple, and you folded in on yourself. You better not be thinking badly about yourself.”
“Why would it matter to you?” I asked.